“Sweet boy,” I looked up at Mr Stark. “Relax,” he says quietly. “Everything’s going to be okay,” I willed myself to believe his words. “They agreed to meet us. That’s a good thing,” he nodded, his thumb caressing my face ever so gently. “Take deep breaths and relax, alright?” I tried to follow his instructions to no avail. One look outside the restaurant and I was ready to bolt. Did I mention they’re not even here yet?
“Mr Stark, what if this is a bad idea?” I said gripping his hand tightly. “I shouldn’t have brought you here. What if they hurt you?” “I’m not going to let you do this on your own, okay?” he said. “We’re going to be fine,” I find myself scoffing quietly, looking outside the window for the millionth time since we got here, fifteen minutes ago. Why they wanted to meet in an open public place, I have no idea. And I won’t dare question them either. “It’s quite funny that I’m basically leading my first love right to death,” I rambled under myI’m just coming out of the shower when I hear the door shutting softly. My face stretched into a smile when my eyes find Miles, leaning against the door, his eyes glued to my naked torso. I see him swallow and his eyes look up. He smiled, looking down. “Hey, you,” I said walking over to him. His eyes follow me until our bodies press against each other. His smile widened as he gently placed his hands on my chest, running them over my skin. I fought back a shiver, the gesture so innocence yet so intimate. “Hi,” his voice is thick with emotions. His eyes find mine then and I searched for whatever emotion dwells within them. I got a little too carried away about telling him I love him. For the remainder of the day, the nerves had kicked in. What if I was rushing him? What if he doesn’t love me the same way? I can’t afford to be heartbroken again. I was too eager to talk to him, but he’d been pulled by his family left, right and centre that I l
“Where you going?” I groaned in my sleep, holding onto Miles who keeps shuffling away. “Stay,” “Sorry baby,” he says quietly, and I feel his lips on my face briefly. Did he just call me baby? “I have some things to take care of before we leave,” I peeked one eye open looking up at him. His hand is on my hair, no doubt ruffling the already messy hair. “You get some sleep, okay? It’s still five in the morning,” “Too early,” I all but whined. “Come back to bed,” he giggled quietly, kissing my lips softly. “I won’t be long,” he said before the bed shifted with his weight being lifted off. I moved quickly and strike his ass. “Hey! Hands to yourself, sir,” I smirked watching that ass disappear into his bathroom. “Did you call me baby?” I asked, the thought lingering in my head. There’s silence for a moment before a loud ‘No,’ before he slammed the door shut. I smiled. “That’s definitely a yes,” I must have
Before everything. When it was just Indra and I. Before Cody and the crew. Before the bullying started, I didn’t know much about the world. I didn’t know anything beyond what my father wanted me to know. He’d made certain that I’m kept in the dark about some things. I was always a curious person. The first people I’d befriend were Samantha E’Toole and Wesley Garraway. They came in pair and were inseparable. There was something different about them. The way they held themselves. Even when Sam had lost her memory in an ‘accident’, she never strayed from her old way. Their fear was like no other. Whilst humanity is usually scared of things likes crime, weapons, violent and all things frightening, they never feared. They always held themselves with such a poise, I’d mistaken them for some high-class people. Due to Sam’s memory loss and Wesley losing his voice from said ‘accident’, we didn’t know much about them. Nevertheless, I chose to trust
The first day passed and I haven’t heard from the Don or Vincent. I’m guessing she was still sick. Sebastian was nowhere to be seen as well. I suspected he was giving her some space. “When can we see your Boss?” I asked Nikolai, the only familiar face around here. “Boss lady isn’t in good health. It’ll probably be a while before he comes back,” he said. “Well…what about the drug?” I asked him. “Any updates?” “Follow me,” he said turning to leave. The four of us followed him to yet another hallway leading to a cold place. It looked like a hospital of some sort. Walking further, we came across multiple labs that were full of men in coats. They were all running around hastily with panicked looks on their faces. I’m guessing they’re testing the pills. Nikolai led us to the last lab with a blue door, right at the end of the passage. He knocked once and waited. When someone yelled from the inside, he opened the door. This la
Miles is daring. He’s so fucking daring that it both scares me and pisses me off. He could have handled that differently. Now we have a whole new enemy on our tail. I want to actually be mad at him, but a huge part of me is filled with pride. He knows how to put up a fight. He’s fearless. He know when he’s being played. I couldn’t be more impressed and prouder. I know he can handle his own. I don’t like that he made me leave him. I know he means well, but fuck, I had no intentions of leaving his side. I’ve probably been staring at my phone for the past four hours. I haven’t heard from him. “Have they called yet?” I turn to Wesley. The man is mute, but his attitude is louder than anything I’ve ever known. He doesn’t even look bothered that his best friends are left behind. He eyes me with the same bored look he gave me minutes ago. Admittedly, I’ve been pestering him, but what could I possibly do right now? He shook his head, going back to whatever he’s
The nightmares are back. They are back and they're brutal. More brutal than before. It could have been two days or two hours, but I’ve lost track of time while I’m cooped up in my room. I haven’t been able to move from my bed, the covers bunched and tangling with my limbs, from all the tossing and turning I’ve been doing. I feel sweaty, dirty, weak and cold, all at the same time. I can’t get myself to move. I can’t do anything. It feels like I’m back to the beginning. Except this time, I don’t have Indra’s arms around me. Or Gogo’s wise and kind, patient words. I don’t have Hae-Jin constantly budging in my room to nag me just so he can get a smile from me. Even though he’d spent only a few weeks visiting me in South Africa, right after I moved, it meant more to me than he’ll ever know. I wasn’t expecting him at all, and yet he found me and…he made everything better. Just a tiny bit better. Now…I’m all
It is day three of me going through my recovery journey and I hate every minute of it. I’m more or less being babied and everyone’s in my face. Oh and did I mention, I’m still fucking weak? It couldn’t be fever or dehydration. Maybe I’m being a baby. Aside from all that, everyone’s walking on eggshells around me. I haven’t seen my brother because apparently he’s sick too. It might have been a lie, but there was a time when we both got sick at the same time. It’d freaked my mom out because according to her, it was some ‘voodoo’ shit, considering we’re born on the same day as well. We were like twins with an age gap between us. So I can’t rule out his sickness as yet. Just like mom, I can’t bring myself to see him. after my outburst, I don’t think I’m ready to open that can of worms again. I’m not ready to see the look on my little brother’s face. It could be pity. Or pain. Ludo’s sensitive, hence, why I was reluctant about telling him every
“My dad died in a car crash,” I murmured quietly, lost in thoughts. My hand kept rubbing Miles’ hip. I cleared my throat, avoiding his stare. “I pretty much lost all my family that day,” Miles’ hand rubs my midsection in circles soothingly. “I had a sister. A twin sister,” “You’re a twin?” he asked me, surprised. I nodded, allowing a small smile that seems to be reserved only for him. “That’s cool,” “It was,” I agreed quietly. “Emery. Her name was Emery. She was older than me by four hours,” Miles grimaced at that. “I know. I gave mom a hard time,” I smirked. “We were inseparable. I mean, I wasn’t always like this. Back then, I barely had any muscles, and I was hella scrawny,” Miles snorts at that. “That can’t be true,” he says his hand running over my naked chest. “I’d show you a picture, but I don’t want to embarrass myself,” I groaned while he giggled. “But it’s true. I wasn’t always this confident and stuff. Emery knew me and how to get
I must have hallucinated my mother. Or maybe I died and came back to life. Either way, it’s impossible and I would never know. I’m grateful though. That I will be seeing my mother in that manner and not like how I last saw her in London. What I wish I was hallucinating right now was Mrs Stark trying to feed me and actually being fussy about my wellbeing. That one, I wished I was hallucinating. This woman unnerves me. I’ve always known her as the controlling, demanding and entitled type. Never this caring for someone as low as a PA to her son. I don’t even think she did this for her son, Emmanuel. Oh Emmanuel. It was so good to see him. I’d convinced myself I was going to die, and I wouldn’t see him again. He’d be alone and I would have made him sad. “Are you sure you can’t have any more?” Mrs Stark, aka Mrs McDevil, asked me when I gently pushed away the tub of yoghurt she brought for me. Amongst a whole lot of other things I couldn’t possibly eat in my state. “Doctor said
The boardroom is dead silent, as everyone looks at me expectantly. I looked at each of the faces, silently brooding and wanting to get this over and done with. Neither of them say anything, but I can already detect uneasiness in their eyes. William, on the other hand, is still a prideful bastard, sizing me up with a look that stinks of entitlement. I presume he has no clue that he’s been caught. Kevin, on the other hand, looks like a mouse trapped in the corner with no way out. A mouse about to shit on my floor, if he doesn’t stop with the constipated look on his face. He knows. Good. Indra sits quietly next to me, looking between me and the Roman family. It isn’t long before my phone beeps, letting me know the people I was expecting were here. “Sir, should I-“ “It’s fine. They’ll find their way here,” I said. Indra sits back down. True to my words, the door swung open to reveal my legal advisor, Augustus Stone, followed two policemen. Ther
FOUR DAYS LATER It was just as the two Mafia doctors told us. No hip fracture, no broken ribs, just a lot of bruising and blood loss. Miles had suffered greatly and he’s still breathing. The only thing that keeps me from going crazy is watching his chest rise and fall, letting me know that he’s still fighting. And he’ll come back to us when he’s ready. I just need to be strong. That’s all. Be strong and stick by his side. Sticking by his side was proving to be harder than I thought. The amount of visitors he is getting is astounding. I didn’t realise he knew this many people. I didn’t realised that Miles was loved by many. And those that didn’t love him, he’d somehow touched their lives in a certain way. Genevieve had made her way to the hospital as soon as I gave her the address. Miles’ uncle, Desmond was also here. Apparently, he was working abroad, but he flew all the way to be by Miles’ side. They’d brought one of their daughters with
The house is in pretty good shape, I have to admit. Seeing it from the outside, it looked like it might collapse. And with a house full right now, I was afraid that might actually happen. It’s designed to looked like a cottage house and it only has two bedrooms. “Would you like some water, sir?” I looked down at the little girl, Faith, holding a glass of water for me. “Thank you,” I smiled at her, taking the surprisingly clean glass. I basically chugged the whole thing. It might have been the nerves. It’s been hours and it’s getting dark outside, but we’ve had no news from either Aaron or the doctors. Wesley had gone in there as well. “Man, this is killing me,” Hae-Jin groaned, stretching himself as he stood up, walking about. “What’s taking them so long?” he eyed the door. “Uncle Aaron said not to let anybody in there. It’ll distract the doctors,” Faith spoke up, offering the next glass to Indra, who thanked her softly. “Yeah, b
Serenity. Defined as a disposition free from stress or emotion/ The absence of mental stress or anxiety. Or to put it in one simple word… Peacefulness. The one thing I’ve been searching for my whole life. This serene feeling of…floating in the clouds, shoulders free of any burden or pain. It’s just me and the quietness. It’s addictive. The more I dwell in it, the more I want to stay there. If humanity knew what this felt like, it’d be like a discovered drug. Good for your mental health, but toxic when abused. When you’ve lived your whole life in chaos and you suddenly get a taste of this, you can’t help but want more of it. Is this what death feels like? Or am I just…hallucinating? What’s the worst between the two? Knowing you’re dead and you might never be able to see your loved ones. Or…hallucinating this quietude and knowing it’ll be ripped from you any second and you’ll be plunged back into the chaos.
“Just make sure it’s a secluded area and…the staff needs to be gone by the time we come. I’ll handle the rest,” I spoke up. “Yes sir, we will do as you say,” the manager spoke on the phone. “And don’t put red roses. They need to be white roses, alright?” “Yes sir,” “I’ll see you tonight,” I said before hanging up, not giving him a chance to say goodbye. This date needs to be perfect. It’s my first date with Miles and I need it to be perfect. I don’t want anything less for my sweet boy. It’s only a few hours before he comes home. He’d mentioned by six in the evening, he’d be home. It’s only two in the afternoon, so I have time. Fuck, I feel so giddy. I probably am shitting rainbows right now. I can’t even keep still. I tried to get some work done. Instead, my eyes are constantly glued to the phone, waiting for my love to call. I want to call him so bad, but I know he’s driving. I don’t want to distract him.
“Be careful, Miles,” Indra stood by the door, watching me pack my bags. I gave her a look for the thousandth time since my announcement to visit our old home, where I hoped to find Grandpa’s grave. “I’m not going alone, Indra,” I said rolling my eyes as I thought about the two bodyguards Emmanuel had hired for me. I hate being followed around. Makes me feel helpless. I’m anything but helpless. I know how to defend myself and besides, father isn’t coming anywhere near me… …not if he knows what’s good for him. “I’m serious,” I feel her hand on my shoulder. I turned to her and frowned, seeing her eyes glossing over. “I-“ she looked back at the door. “I have a bad feeling about this. Maybe you shouldn’t-“ “Indra,” I held her by the shoulder, watching her fight off the tears threatening to spill. She’s been rather emotional lately. Could be the pregnancy. Could be her. I know she worries about me.
I’d debated with myself for about a good thirty minutes or so before actually willing myself to get out of bed and go make the call. Miles was right in every way possible. I was angry. Felt even betrayed, but… …she’s still my mother. I owe her a chance. At everything. Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe I’m being a dick. Maybe I’m being too hard on her. I don’t know the whole story anyway. I just can’t help but want to kill that bastard William, for betraying his own best friend. The one person that made him everything that he is today. The cold night air was rather harsh on my bare skin, but I couldn’t care less about it as I stared at my phone. It’s almost the end of my birthday and I haven’t spoken to my mom. What kind of a son does that make me? To think she could be crying and all alone, wherever she is. Emery is gone and she s
“Just give me a second, I gotta take a call,” I watched Miles wiping his hands before grabbing his ringing phone, officially leaving Indra and I in the kitchen alone. They were both washing dishes after we all had dinner. Aside from Liam’s ‘unalarming’ news, my day has been pretty amazing. When it started pouring outside, we’d decided upon a movie. Miles’ theatre room had makeshift beds, with pillows and warm blankets to keep us warm. Plus he pretty much brought snacks that everyone munched on whilst we all watched Ludo’s movie. I have to admit that this day has been weirdly unfamiliar but oddly relaxing and comforting. It isn’t something I’d normally do. Hanging out with everyone. Having lunch and watching a movie thereafter. It used to be Liam and I at his club, drinking the night away and fucking random girls. During the day, I’d be at the office. That was my celebration day. Miles has shown me